((Author's note: Right, I forgot to mention that any lines of speech surrounded by these ', ' are her thoughts, and of course quotes ", " are for normal speach. Okay, that's all. Enjoy this chapter! ^_^ ))

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I woke up later into the night, and as soon as I did, I knew what had brought me out of my slumber. There was a throbbing pain in my leg, the 'broken' one, and it hurt worse than yesterday. Much worse, in fact. I tried shifting myself to a different position, but even the slightest movement caused great amounts of pain. Biting down onto my lower lip, I forced myself not to cry. I wasn't the crying type.. I hadn't even cried when I was born.so I wasn't about to start now.

Laying back down upon the pillows, I scooted down a bit, which caused another jolt of pain. Biting my lower lip even harder, I squeezed my eyes shut. 'Please let the pain stop, please let the pain stop...' About ten minutes passed by, though it seemed more like an eternity, before I could take it no longer. Removing my teeth from my lip, I actually began to cry. Tears streamed down my face like a waterfall, my eyes still closed however. I didn't realize the door to my room was open halfway, or I wouldn't have so openly acted like a blubbering baby.

Still crying, and my eyes remaining closed, I didn't know anyone had entered the room until I felt hands upon my shoulders. The hands shook me gently, a soft voice whispering my name.

"Mavis.. Mavis.. what's the matter sweety?"

Allowing my lids to slide open, I looked up at the person sitting on my bed, gazing down at me. My vision was blurry, and I couldn't tell who it was. Yet something about that voice sounded so familiar...

"Mavis.. what's the matter?"

As the voice repeated the question, my eyes widened. Marty! 'Oh great.. here I am, crying like a baby when the love of my life is in the room! I've got to stop..' But try as I might, there was no dismissing of my tears that easily. No.. they simply would not have it.. That's when I remembered Marty had asked me something, and so I tried my best to answer. "I.. didn't know... y-you.. were still.. here..." I paused, taking a shaky breath, wishing deperately that I could stop crying. "My.. l-leg.. it h-hurts..."

Marty didn't seem to think I was acting too babyish by crying.. In fact, he waited patiently for me to answer his question.. "Yeah, I'm still here.. It's only 8 at night, and I've got nothing better to do... so I decided to stick around and see.." He pauses then, frowning slightly as my words registered. "Your leg hurts? God, it must hurt like hell for you to be.. Oh, nevermind. Come here, sweety.. It'll be alright.."

I leaned towards him then, and he wrapped his arms around me. That's when I realized that he had called me 'sweety' twice tonight. Normally I would have smiled, yet I was still crying.. Yes, my leg hurt THAT much. But after staying in Marty's arms for about ten or fifteen minutes, I'm not quite sure how long really, my tears finally disminished. I sniffed a little, my tears finally gone, yet the pain was not.

Slowly Marty pulled away from me and leaned back. It took all my will to force myself not to cry again, not really from the pain but just to get him to embrace me like that again. I missed it, and wondered why he pulled back. As he looked at me, then down at my leg, then into my eyes again, I guessed I was about to find out..

"You didn't tell him, did you? You didn't tell my dad.. erm, I mean the doctor, about your leg, did you? He still doesn't know about the pain killers not working or anything?"

Unable to find my voice at the moment, I slowly shook my head.

"Damnit, Mavis.. why not? You have to tell him! That way he can start figuring out what's wrong. I know we just met earlier today, but I still hate to see you in so much pain.." Reaching a hand up, he runs the back of it across my cheek softly.

Surpressing a shiver of delight at his touch, I rest my blue eyes upon his. That's when his latest words registered. "You.. you do?"

He nods his head slowly, smiling a little. "Yes.. You're special, Mavis. I can tell.. And if you ever get out of here, maybe I'll take you to the movies, huh? What do you say?" At my shocked look, he laughs a little. "Hey, thirteen and sixteen aren't THAT far apart in age differences..."

I gaped at him, my eyes widening a bit. 'He thinks I'm thirteen? Do I really act or look older than I really am?' Pulling from my thoughts, I wondered whether I should tell him the truth or not..

"You ARE thirteen, aren't you? Or are you younger?"

His voice interrupted my ponderings. Slowly and reluctantly I nodded in response to his question, then waited for his reaction. 'Great, once he finds out I'm younger than thirteen, way younger in fact, he'll probably never want to see me again...'

But suddenly, instead of recoiling or leaving, Marty breaks into a grin. At first I was confused, then I realized that he must have thought I was nodding in reply to his first question. "See, I'm a good age guesser, aren't I?" Grinning again lightly, he takes his hand in mine. I begin to feel a bit guilty for not telling him the truth, but then again I also feel a bit relieved. And it's not like I actually lied, he just mistook my answer is all...

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Marty stayed in the room with me for quite some time. We talked about random things. I learned that his favorite foods are the same as mine: tacos and ice cream. Not mixed together, of course.. He also told me that he wants to be a doctor, and not because of his dad. He said that the world needs more good, reliable, and friendly doctors, and that he would be one someday. I told him about all the sports I play: soccer, volleyball, basketball, and softball. He actually didn't find it weird, what with me being a girl and all and liking sports so much. In fact, he was thrilled to learn that I'm not a 'girly girl'. Then he learned that I love rollerblading and promised that we could blade together one day, once my leg was better. Of course, that reminded him that he should get going, so he did. But not without kissing me first. Well, it was only on the cheek, but still! I couldn't help but get excited and grin, holding a hand to my cheek long after he left.

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I was actually able to sleep soundly for the rest of the night, and groaned when a nurse awoke me at five in the morning. The pain in my leg instantly came back, and I yelped when the nurse squeezed it. "What was that for?!"

"I'm sorry, darling, but I was seeing if that hurt. And apparently it does. I'll get you some more pain killers before I take you into the testing room."

Before the nurse could move, I shook my head rapidly. "Don't bother.. pain killers won't work..."

The young nurse stared at me if I were insane. "Why do you say that, dear?"

"Because it's true. Doctor Louis gave me two heavy pain killers yesterday, before my x-rays were taken, and the pills never took affect. My leg hurt like crazy all day and into the night as well.." I paused, practically holding my breath as I waited for her reaction.

Her brown eyes widen, lips parted slightly. She appeared about to say something when she pauses, then starts again. "Oh my.. Are you sure, dear? They didn't help at all?" The shaking of my head confirmed the answer. "Oh dear.. I wonder why Doctor Louis never said anything..."

I bit my lower lip, a sheepish look coming to my face. Well, here goes nothing... "That's because he doesn't know..."

"I mean, you'd think that a doctor of such a high reputation would take better care of his..." The nurse pauses in her rantings, just now taking in my words. Spinning around, she rests her gaze upon me. "He... he doesn't know? You didn't tell him? Why on earth not?" Forcing myself not to sigh heavily, I shrugged my shoulders. "Oh dear, this is terrible... You are to have a bone marrow test in just an hour's time. But if you can feel the pain, then there's no way he can perform the examination now..."

My eyes widen in response to her words. Bone marrow test? In an hour? Examination? The words fly at me, making me quite dizzy as I try to take them all in. What on earth is bone marrow? I may be smart, but not THAT smart... Finding myself growing quite nervous, I also began to grow sick. That's usually what happens. If I get nervous, I tend to make myself sick. Not on purpose though, never on purpose. In fact, I hate being sick. Actually, I hate hospitals too. Well, maybe hate's too strong a word... I despise them at least.

It took me several minutes to realize that the nurse had left the room. Blinking slowly, I shrugged my shoulders and laid back against the pillows once more. Might as well try and get back to sleep... If I can, which seemed a bit hopeless, what with the searing pain in my leg and all...

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(( Welp, that's all of chapter two! What'd y'all think? ^_^ I know it was a bit shorter than the first chapter, but I thought that^ was a good place to leave off the chapter. And if you're wondering, or even if you aren't, I don't know much about how hospitals run. Nor do I know anything about bone marrow and such. I just read about it in a book once, and thought it might be a good way for the doctor to find out that.. Erm, well I can't tell you, haha :P If enough people review though, I'll most likely be inclined to write the third chapter faster :D Well, that's all for now! :) ))